The Bag - Transition

This microfiction is part of a series. If you would like to read it from the start, please visit The Bag - The Chapters where you can start from the very beginning should you so choose.

The last episode link is here if you missed it: The Bag - Meeting

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Jason's experience was...muddled. Catwoman (he didn't think he could see her as Ella just yet) had told him politely but essentially to shut up. He had no idea what was going on. This was a fucked up day. But whilst he was feeling a nervous edginess, he also sparked with excitement. He had never felt like he was anyone special but as events were unfolding, he was starting to wonder.

And now, he was here. But not here. He was no longer in the cafe but he was not standing alongside Catwoman. It had happened at the moment of recognition; a stilling, no flash or bang to signal his...what could he call it...transition? He was still Jason and looking down at himself he was there but he also knew that he could not be seen. He also knew that he was inextricably linked to Catwoman. This was some weird shit. He swallowed and wondered when Catwoman would be ready to tell him what the fuck was going on.

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Ella was wondering what the fuck was going on. She didn't have an explanation. This was more than a conduit, Jason was more than a conduit! This was...absorption? Parasitical? She felt a tether, a tie to Jason. It was beyond her learning. She was confused.

And she didn't know what to do.

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The Master trembled.

"Where did he go?" Marshall was standing at his shoulder.

A flash of irritation hit the Master. With those words, Marshall had voiced the problem he faced and, like a flash flood in a ravine, fear coursed through him, jolting his heart and raising his blood pressure.

He turned and glared at Marshall. Stupid, careless Marshall. Despair hit him, then rage and it propelled him to forceful violence as his fist connected with Marshall's face.

Marshall was unprepared. The Master's punch landed well, disorienting him immediately. He fell to the floor, further hitting his head. He felt the repeated blows like they were muffled.

When they stopped, Marshall lay there, listening to the sound of a man sobbing.

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Ella listened. It had gone quiet behind the glass.

He was coming.

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Jason felt the change in Catwoman.

Fear.

He tensed.

And a door opened.

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A confrontation is about to happen. How do you feel about The Master now? Where do we go next?

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